's splice The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin' Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin' No way in the world that you can deny my method
a brick for real You got me bleedin' from the side of the head Meth You're a beautiful fuckin' person Yo Meth, yo Meth. Yo check one two Without me havin
tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat Decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke Impaled on a spike, internal organs are sucked Mellifluent
corporeal blueprint for mankind I have made Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would seem We are all nothing but organic machines Slicing through
Aha, y'nahmean? Word up, just wanna bring 'em to it real Real rugged like, uhh, man Make me feel like I'm method out and all that, y'nahmean? Go diggin
power of Lord Titus But I am the virus inside of the iris of Cyrus Upon papyrus I kill snipers and body vipers And strangle you with the organs of rioters
Intro: method man Aiyyo shorty, yo that's my word Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold Yo anybody get caught playin Over here, I'm
in snow storms And stack piles of foul, the shit you must grow on! *echoes* Chorus [method man] 4x Uh and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that [method
in the night a force is not asleep And a massive organization plans to rise up to its feet It happens like this A pirate radio voice transmits into
ten centuries, impressions and memories // The first time-machine inventor will mention me // Canibus was a visionary indeed // He believed light could travel in multiples of c // The organic
of nineteen forty-seven When our souls were sold to the heavens For technologically advanced weapons Crystal enhanced, brain implants and mind control methods
quiescent... [lead: Human jigsaw by W.G. Steer] [lead: A heaving organic puzzle by M. Amott] An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative
your gut, in my rubber boots and gloves Your nates purple and raw, brillo pads scour and cleanse Sticking plasters on abrased organs, to try and make
fleshy confines Somebody set me free cause I'm feelin I'm trapped inside [Blaze Ya Dead Homie:] Written in the scrolls long ago it was foretold The method
slab In my Anatomy theatre for the final act At the medical scaffold ... I commence My last clinical Opus of Revenge Kept alive for Dissection Methods
in snow storms And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! *echoes* Chorus [Method Man] 4x Uh and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that [Method
he was safe up in his room Didn't know the jars he kept up there Would obligate a trip to Urine-tomb! Lockstock There are those who think our Methods
